I loved him. I loved him more...

I loved him. I loved him more than life itself. We fought and he told me he was done. My response went something like this: Done? Done what? Done claiming you like me and being with other girls. He hurt me. I cried. But you know what. I loved him more than he loved me. I was an option. I was back up. But I told him I don’t want to be back up. Not even for you, yes I love you so much but if you’re going to put me in the back burner and burn me I don’t want to. I don’t want to love you. What’s the point? So I can get hurt. Have fun collecting your jar of hearts but let me tell you right now, you’re minus one.

Break Up (1526)
Nicole wrote on May 9, 2012

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